this day. last year.

this day last year
we landed in another continent 

as explorers 

but more of wanderers for distraction

travelling, they say, changes you

change that we were seeking, seldom we knew this travel would gift us

a rattled mind and a muddled body was rekindled to harmony

a life was conceived

and since then

how beautifully has life changed

between 

today

and 

this day last year

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Do you remember?

Do you remember that call you made?

A usual Monday noon, it was your smoke break time at office; time to dig up some graves and haunt, perhaps.

I was busy at my studio putting things together to close a long project, the way I had put closure to few acquaintances of life.

Everything was pretty usual.

Except for that call you made.

Remember?

It is said that...
Some people are people.
Some people are experiences.
You, my dear, are a hurricane
the one that I survived through

and I wont let you forget that!

dive

ocean

Do you have a bench like this?

i am

reasons to hate

u n f o l d

This is a poem composed of a series of my tweets with rhetoric questions and corresponding hopeful answers.

Periodic excerpts from this also compose small poems-

i am the moon         

i am the star           

i am the earth         

i am the sea            

i am a zephyr         

i am air  
         
~

slide open the curtains

look at the sparkle in your eyes

walk barefoot

stand by the shore

untie your hair

and

b r e a t h e    

(now read first line of the first short poem and first line of second short poem. continue this way..)

winter mornings

Paper Planes

I am not a perfectionist

I am not a perfectionist

When I fold towels, I always match the corners

When I do my bed in the morning I make sure the sheets are flat without any bump

When I cut vegetables, I cut them all in same size

Sometimes I cut paneer in triangles

I don't cut fruits.

I eat them just like that.

I am not a perfectionist

I fail…

I fail with love

I fail…

to understand

to bridge the gap

to take the first step

to rekindle the spark

to love again.

And the worst of all is

when I fail

terribly

to be

myself.

Sometimes it is alright to fail. Not everything works every time, isn't it?
It is alright to break free at times

to go on a blind date and kiss in the middle of the road.

to raise your hand and say – Yes, I am in love again!

It is okay to hold back 

It is okay to keep thoughts confined

Listen, stop!

Stop aligning the stars.

How much more should I break myself trying to piece together what is broken?

It is alright to give up.

Yes, it is absolutely alright

not to be a perfectionist

and fail.

Art

Ask me about it

Ask me how is it to love someone who is scared of love?

Ask me how is it to choose black or white but always end up in grey!

Ask me how is it to hopelessly hope?

Ask me how is it to write pages full of conversations you wish you had.

Ask me how is it to be true to your feelings in silence?

Ask me how it feels trying to make things work which were destined to fail.

Ask me how it feels to be touched by someone without touching?

Ask me how it feels to un-love?

Ask me how it feels to love yourself less?

Ask me how it feels to miss the girl I was before he happened?

Ask me all about it and I shall write poetry.
-

Let's talk

Let's talk

Not of how much time it took to get home and that the traffic is so bad,

Not of what you and I ate for lunch.

Let’s talk something else..

Like the uncommon things between us, which is everything!

Let’s talk of music, I know that is what you like,

Music of the zephyrs and songs of the birds,

Let’s talk of paintings that make cities beautiful,

Paintings of thoughts and memories.

Let’s talk of the sheer you wear and scent of your hair,

Rays thru the light and whispers thru the dark.

Let’s talk of that one eye lash which falls to rest on your cheek,

That which aspires you to make a wish.

Let’s talk of the fingers and spaces in between.

Let’s talk of you.

Let’s talk of me. 

_

Moments

Lifetime is a myth

Let’s live in moments, however fragile they may be.

Moments…

when you and me pulled some strings and unknowingly composed a tune,

when you and me thought we were on the same page of a book.

Moments that felt like a dagger piercing into my heart,

Moments that made you feel like love that never was.

Those moments

that have left a little of you inside me

and

a little of me inside you.

Forever.

_ 

A Different You

A Different You

In the words unspoken
I could hear a different you

In what was kept hidden

I could see a different you

In the thoughts confined

I could feel a different you

In the promises ungiven

I could believe a different you

In you

I could love a different you

-

Complementary Impressions

Complementary Impressions

The cacophony of your thoughts have shaped a rhythm in my deeds

The lightening of your feelings has caused rain in my heart

Your dark obsession inspires my creative presence

Dearth of your faith has made a deluge in my fields

-

Stranger

What happens when you find something you were not looking for?

Like I found poetry.

Poetry was always there, a stranger to me.

What happens when you find someone you were not looking for?

Like I found you.

You were always there, a stranger to me.

Poetry now is love.

You still a stranger. 

-

Along the Sea face...

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As the evening turns night

The spread takes a silver sight.

Reflects only the blue cover

Simple, true and pure.

The unceasing flows,

Deep dark along the shores..

Loud whispers and the touch of wind,

Have an answer to every questioned mind.

(from my naive rhymes)

Image: Carter Road, Bandra